Life After The Undead (Book 1) (101 page)

“Do
you
still
need
that
truck
of
supplies
to
take
back
to
Florida?”

The
bodyguard
turned
and
smiled. “That
would
be
helpful.”

By
the
time
they
got
the
truck
loaded,
it
was
mid-afternoon.
I
was
never
so
happy
to
see
the
men
leave,
and
Pam
waited
until
they
were
out
of
sight
before
we
headed
to
the
courthouse.
I
paced
the
floor
and
chewed
on
my
nails.

“That
was
weird,”
Pam
commented.

I
stopped
and
stared
at
her.
“They
know.”

Pam
scoffed.
“How
could
they
know?”

“I
don’t
know
how
they
know,
but
they
know. They
have
never
sent
anyone
up
here
to
check
on
supplies.”

“True
, but
how
could
they
have
found
out?”

I
paced
again.
“I
don’t
know.
Maybe
they
captured
Bill
and
Kyle. Maybe
someone
got
out
and
told
them.”

Pam
knitted
her
eyebrows
together.
“Who
would
have
told
them?
The
majority
of the
soldiers
couldn
’t
wait
until
Liet’s
reign
was
over.”

I
stopped
again
and
pointed
a
finger
at
Pam.
“
Most
of
the
soldiers,
but
not
all.
What
if
one
of
them
went
to
Florida?”

She
shrugged.
“It’s
possible.
What
should
we
do?”

I
glanced
at
the
desk
with
the
folders
of
all
the
people
in
the
city.
“Someone
got
out.
I
need
to
talk
to
Liet.”

Pam
shook
her
head.
“I
don’t
think
tha
t’s
a
very
good
idea.
Let
me
ask
around,
see
wha
t’s
going
on.
If
I
don
’t
find
anything,
then
you
can
talk
to
him.”

I
hesitated.
“Fine, but
I’m
only
giving
you
one
day.”

“Okay.
I
’l
l
have
something
by
tomorrow
morning.”

I tried
to
busy
myself
for
the
rest
of
the
day
by
inventorying
what
was
left
of
the
supplies.
My
stomach
was
so
upset
I
couldn
’t
eat,
and
when
night
rolled
around,
I
couldn
’
t
sleep.
I
went
down
to
Liet’s
office
and
went
through
the
files.
If
it
wasn
’t
one
of
Pam’s
soldiers,
then
it
had
to
be
a
civilian.
Visions
of
the
woman
who’d
attacked
me
in
Liet’s
office
ran
through
my
mind,
and
I
tried
to
remember
what
she
looked
like. I
wondered
why
we
let the
men
go
back
to
Florida.
If
they
were
checking
up
on
North
Platte,
then
we’d
sent
them
back
to
confirm
what
they’d
suspected.
Of course
if
they
didn
’t
go
back,
that
would
also
confirm
what
they’d
suspected.
Either
way,
we
were
screwed.
I
hoped
they
were
willing
to
barter.

I jumped
when
the
door
to
the
courtroom
opened,
and
I
fumbled
for my
gun.
When
I
realized
it
was
Quinn,
I
took
a
deep
breath and
continued
to
examine
the
files.
My
eyes
felt
like
sandpaper,
and
it
was
hard
for
me
to
focus.
I
didn
’t
look
up
when
he
kissed
the
top
of
my
head.

“What
are
you
doing?”

“We
had
a
visit
from
Florida.
We’re
trying
to
figure
out
who
squealed.”

Quinn
knelt
next
to
me
and
turned
the
chair
so
I
faced
him.
“Who
came
from
Florida?”

“One
of
Oliv
ia’s
bodyguards
and
two
other
men
I
didn’t
recognize.”

“What
did
they
say?”

“They
wanted
to
know
why
Liet
hadn
’t
sent
the
supplies.”

Quinn
stood
and
thought
for
a
moment. “This
is
exactly
why
I
wanted
to
attack
both
places
at
the
same
time.
Now
it
’ll
be
impossible
to
get
supplies
in.”

“What’s
done
is
done.
We
have
to
figure
out
what
we
’r
e
going
to
do.”

He stared
at
the
pile
of
folders.
“Why
are
you
looking
through
the
files?”

“I’m
looking
for
someone.”

“Who?”

“The
woman
who
attacked
me
in
Liet’s
office.”

“Why?”

“Because
she
might
be
the
person
who
escaped.
If I
know
who
she is
and
where
she
lives,
then
I can
check
to
see
if
she
’s
there.”

Quinn
leaned on the desk and lifted a few files, but didn’t study them too hard. “What
if
it
wasn
’t
her?”

I
opened
my
mouth
to
speak,
but
was
interrupted
when
the
door
slammed
open.
Quinn
and
I
turned
to
look at
Pam,
who
approached
the
bench
with
a
grim
look
on
her
face.

“I think I
might
have
our
culprit.”
 
She
waved
a
folder in
the
air
before
slamming
it
down
onto
the
desk.
“All
the
soldiers
are
accounted
for,
except
for
one.
Ben.”